Inbetween 28

Everyone wore their grief in different colors of emotions. Some had craving, others had no appetite. Some had too much anger and irritation, others laughed too hard, that their eyes twinkled and you would see the sadness they were trying to cover; it could have been pretence. But people like Wisdom managed to lighten up the mood on some days. Other days, his jokes were failed jokes but I listened and smiled at the resigned look he always had on those days. 

Auntie Maimah refused to come downstairs. Her food was carried up to her room in a rectangular stainless tray and in flowered porcelain plates. Most days, I loved to take up the food . I would sit and watch her eat or I would stare at the dark surface of her plasma Television on the wall which was always off recently. She would pinch her eba and smear it with finger prints of soup then abandon the food untouched half way. 

"Please eat more," I would say. 

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